My mom has this photo posted up in her walk-in closet, of all places. I saw it when I was checking all the windows in her house while she was away in Palm Springs. I’m about 3 and my sister is about six months old here.
Several years ago I cracked my tailbone. That makes sitting on a bike seat hurt.
Last winter I decided I needed some kind of exercise to do over the summer during non-snowboarding season, and I really liked biking when I was younger, so I started looking into recumbent bikes. I figured one of those would let me ride without tailbone pain. I eventually decided on a recumbent trike from Terratrike and I bought one at Bentley Cycle in the spring. I had grand plans to do a lot of bike commuting to work.
The summer was very busy for us with two kids swimming in different competitive programs, so I only managed to cycle to work a few times prior to August.
Last week, however, I decided to try to go a whole week on human power for my work commute. I enjoyed it tremendously, and although our family’s schedule won’t allow me to bike every day in September, I am going to do as much as I can.
I learned a few things:
- Drivers are weirded out by recumbent trikes and generally give them lots of room.
- You have to pick a route that doesn’t require a lot of curb-hopping if you ride a recumbent trike.
- I have to bring more food when I ride to work, or I die on the way home.
- Recumbents are awesome for commuting and you don’t get sore at all.
- I’m not as unfit as I thought I was, just fat.
I had a lot of fun this summer working my way up to being able to handle five days in a row of a 46 km round-trip commute, but it wasn’t as tough as I expected. On a recumbent, it’s like nothing to ride for a couple of hours, and it’s surprisingly fast, especially downhill.
On my commute, at first I had a tendency to want to go as fast as possible, but I discovered that if I just went steadily, and concentrated on a smooth cadence, my times didn’t change much and I got much less tired by the end. I was also less stressed getting home from work than after driving. It takes a bit longer to bike, but is much less frustrating.
It would sure be nice though if there were some better bike routes between Edmonton and St. Albert.
I have noticed as I get older, a propensity for growing bristly, unruly, long greying eyebrow hairs. While normally this isn’t particularly noticeable (by me at least,) today I had an experience that made my crazy brows all too apparent to me.
I was swimming at lunch time at NAIT, and I kept seeing a hair or thread flapping in front of the left eye of my goggles while I swam. After cleaning the goggles every time I stopped for half an hour and being unable to get rid of whatever it was, I came to a startling and sad realization… that the thread was a mad scientist eyebrow hair, and it was quite attached.
I’ve plucked it.
This past weekend was my 40th birthday party. Lots of my friends and family were over, and much beer was consumed. Much beer remains however, because despite the great quantity and variety that I bought in preparation for the party, lots of people also brought beer. My daughter informed me this evening that there are 73 bottles, six cans, and a bubba-keg of Heineken left. I’m going to have to have another party to get rid of the rest.
Anyways, it was great fun, and I really enjoyed getting together with friends old and new. Today I keep finding all the name tags that Jenn made up for everyone that say “Hi I’m with Old Fart” stuck in various hidden places around my house. Thanks guys!
Here’s the party, in 3 minutes. Surprise you guys, you were on candid camera.
I have a large milestone birthday coming up. I’ve asked people not to bring gifts to my birthday party. I just want to get a bunch of my friends together and socialize (and drink beer, of course) especially in light of recent events.
I’ve been living through some tough incidents this past year. On April 23 2007 my dad died. We’re still feeling the effects of it, but now at least we’re past the series of firsts without dad (first mothers day, first birthdays, first Christmas) and we know what to expect.
We visited my dad’s grave on the 23rd. We removed the foot of snow from his memorial, and Mack and Emily each left a letter to dad telling him about the great things they did in the last year. I think it was therapeutic for them. I have this blog, which is my therapy, I guess.
I had a tough time dealing with my dad being gone, and so far it’s only gotten a bit easier. The toughest part for me is being at the pool a lot. My dad was always there at the pool when I swam, and now that my kids swim so much and play water polo, I’m at the pool all the time for them. When my dad was still alive, he was always there watching my kids too. I still walk into the pool and look across to the stands trying to pick him out.
Anyways, another swimming season is about to start, and in many ways I’m looking forward to being at the pool for my kids. I know my dad’s memory will be there too, but I’m trying to turn that into something positive in my mind.